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[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[Approach angry Time Lord with caution.]

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[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[He finds the Master still prowling the TARDIS. He doesn't say a word, just falls into step beside him and waits to be acknowledged. For now, anyway.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[He bristles when Jack comes up beside him; it practically comes off him in waves. But since Jack does not seem inclined to take the hint-]

Come to make sure I tow the line? [His tone is far, far more bitter than wry.]

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[Metaphorically, at least, it is coming off the man in waves. And why Jack keeps his mouth shut until Koschei says something.]

No. I came to see how you were doing.

[Simple, quiet, looking ahead rather than at Koschei.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

How do you think?

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

Badly enough to need checked up on. Take a left, here, please.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*not approaching, just. here. very much not approaching.*

Hey, Koschei.

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[He struggles for a moment to make his face blank and tone neutral. Fake chipper, he's not even going to try for.]

Hello, Lester.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*he's not so easily fooled anymore*

I wish we had beer, but we don't.

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

Thank you, but I wouldn't take it anyway.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[Has it not been established that Abigail's too bold for her own good?

Here, let's. She's been using her off time to look for the TARDIS and/or Koschei, carrying a black thermos of chicken soup and a tin of meringue cookies.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[He's stone-faced.] Did someone send you to try 'manage by butler'? [Sorry Abigail, old habits of sarcasm and suspicion are kicking in.]

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

No, Jack told me what was going on and warned me to let those who run into you distract you. I ignored his advice of course. Though if you'd rather I let you be, asking would serve you better than snapping at me.

[Her words come out crisply enunciated, which is as close as she goes to "sharp", especially when speaking to a perceived superior.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[Two points to Abigail, by Koschei's count. One for not 'siding' with Jack and another be extremely exact and logical in pointing out what Koschei is doing. He settles slightly.] Fair point. If you want to stay, you may.

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[He finds the Master still prowling the TARDIS. He doesn't say a word, just falls into step beside him and waits to be acknowledged. For now, anyway.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[He bristles when Jack comes up beside him; it practically comes off him in waves. But since Jack does not seem inclined to take the hint-]

Come to make sure I tow the line? [His tone is far, far more bitter than wry.]

[jackcaptainjack.livejournal.com]

[Metaphorically, at least, it is coming off the man in waves. And why Jack keeps his mouth shut until Koschei says something.]

No. I came to see how you were doing.

[Simple, quiet, looking ahead rather than at Koschei.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

How do you think?

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*not approaching, just. here. very much not approaching.*

Hey, Koschei.

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[He struggles for a moment to make his face blank and tone neutral. Fake chipper, he's not even going to try for.]

Hello, Lester.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*he's not so easily fooled anymore*

I wish we had beer, but we don't.

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

Thank you, but I wouldn't take it anyway.

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

[Has it not been established that Abigail's too bold for her own good?

Here, let's. She's been using her off time to look for the TARDIS and/or Koschei, carrying a black thermos of chicken soup and a tin of meringue cookies.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[He's stone-faced.] Did someone send you to try 'manage by butler'? [Sorry Abigail, old habits of sarcasm and suspicion are kicking in.]

[rebutle.livejournal.com]

No, Jack told me what was going on and warned me to let those who run into you distract you. I ignored his advice of course. Though if you'd rather I let you be, asking would serve you better than snapping at me.

[Her words come out crisply enunciated, which is as close as she goes to "sharp", especially when speaking to a perceived superior.]

[vindex-terrae.livejournal.com]

[Two points to Abigail, by Koschei's count. One for not 'siding' with Jack and another be extremely exact and logical in pointing out what Koschei is doing. He settles slightly.] Fair point. If you want to stay, you may.